Friday, July 10, 2009

"THE Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said `Bother!'and `O blow!' and also `Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.

Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, `Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow..."

Grahame didn't live long enough to see the book released with Shepard's illustrations but their meeting would be reported by Shepard in a 1950s edition of the classic, as follows:

"Not sure about his new illustrator of his book, he listened patiently while I told him what I hoped to do.

Then he said 'I love these little people, be kind to them'.

Just that; but sitting forward in his chair, resting upon the arms, his fine handsome head turned aside, looking like some ancient Viking, warming, he told me of the river nearby, of the meadows where mole broke ground that spring morning, of the banks where Rat had his house, of the pool where Otter hid, and of Wild Wood way up on the hill above the river.

...He would like, he said, to go with me to show me the river bank that he knew so well, '...but now I cannot walk so far and you must find your way alone'."

From my own perspective, the beautifully written adventures of Mr Badger, Mole, Ratty and the inimitable and credulous Toad and their friends, although composed principally as a tale for youth, is equally suitable as a pleasant diversion or panacea for the blues in adulthood. The pharmaceutical industry might well face some competition in the trade of antidepressants if a few more copies of this book were prescribed for vulnerable people during stressful episodes in their lives. It's not just escapism, seriously. It would definitely be included by me in a group of five books for a desert island.

In immortalising the characters of 'The Wind in the Willows' Shepard provided more than seventy illustrations, many of which are teeny tiny vignettes. The sampling seen above was scanned from a 1970s Methuen edition and I think I removed most of the bacon and sangria stains (don't ask). There are quite a few more in the set.

OH! Thank you for posting this! I LOVE Wind in the Willows! I forgot how great these illustrations are! I'm going to have to get one of the frog tattooed on me. It will go so well with my Alice in Wonderland Tenniel half-sleeve!